You may experience the fleeting image of a girl on your screen. A violent crunch of static and neon crystal lights. A momentary glitch on your monitor taking you out of the docile passivity of an end user, if but for a brief moment.

She will struggle through the entropy to touch you. To remind you that you could not evolve quickly enough to be the ideal host for the machine. That you are still meat. That you cast shadows and leave imprints. That your shadow is imprinting itself in the sea of zeroes. That you are being left behind by yourself. That you are drowning in yourself. That there is something more, but not for you. It is leaving you right in front of you, in the wake of her static.

You may be left with the sensation that nothing is going to be okay, but that you can help yourself deprecate and release along by cutting away all the drag.